Heavy Metal Kings - The Golden Casket lyrics

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Heavy Metal Kings - The Golden Casket lyrics

[Verse One: King Syze] We them motherf**ing bombers explosive fire a federal building Vietnam general k**ing with memorable spitting Insane ripper who's hyper than caine sniffers The Heavy Metal Kings with Syze, we the main figures Lyricals you don't want a physical confrontation Speak in moderation man we the army we the f**ing nation Don't disrespect the man that dis AIDS I'll be locked in the cage man before I show I'm b**h-made You's a switchblade n***a I'm a f**ing cannon The .22, I'm a 3-5-7 Magnum You's a handgun, homie we a tank squad Dudes better thank God, man we hitting tracks hard Any given time I'mma ask what y'all want now Hydraulic when I'm rapping I'm fracking the underground In the surgical mood making vertical moves While y'all lateral pa** man we laughing at fools [Hook] Yo Syze gonna k** sh**, Bill gonna k** sh** Put em on the floor Paz hit em with the steel tip f** being grown, we back up on that old sh** Disrespect us and you'll leave with your dome split [Verse Two: Ill Bill] I'll spill the devil's blood, drink and k** devil rum Black flag, metal gun, have you praying to God like Reverend Run You'd better run for the hills like Uncle Howie running for krillz A hundred a pill, gun in your grill Peep the Jolly Roger, smoking like a Bob Marley concert Run your mouth you get Molly ? We got shipwrecked at Kitty Hawk Kidnapped the man's daughter He don't pay the ransom cut that b**h's titties off A true gentleman, braveheart veteran with metal skin Settle things, travel with the devil's wings We about to throw people overboard, the overlord What's the code of law? We don't give a f**, we rewrote em all The new mutants from a long line of goon shooters New computers, new holochips and new Rugers Violent creeps, piracy on the highest seas Dying in the streets lying live beneath where my tires be [Hook] [Verse Three: Vinnie Paz] I'm a G motherf**er, I'll bury you in the cryptic tomb Guns big, the bullets I call em clips of doom I was born on the precipice of a shifting moon I was born to the d**h of it from a twisted goon I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with it but a bit consumed I just aim the AK at it lick my wounds The boxcutter, a hollow tip it'll rip in twos But that's a horse of a different colour, a different rules My hands fast, it's uppercuts and it's body blows I ain't trying to catch a f**ing case lord vamonos You don't wanna see the power that the Lama holds Put you in the motherf**ing box like you Domino's School of hard knocks Vinnie on the honour roll My work's bloody, it's similar to piranha flow The game's dirty, I studied it then I locked it though My raps break motherf**ers call ? flow [Hook]

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